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WARNING: Mature Content

The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it?


He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm.


He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table.


People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him.


"My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child.


He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again.


She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell.


The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her.


She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom.


He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

"Walk slower, Jiro," she ran to chase the child who went off course as he was running around.

It was the first time she has seen Jiro act like an normal child. Crouching on where he was standing, she looked at the object that took away his attention.

"What is it?" she asked as she looked at the plant the boy seemed to be interested in.

"Berries," he whispered in amazement, pulling out several blueberries from the bushes before handing them to her.

"Ohhh!" surprised by the action, she didn't know how to receive them.

"Put them here," Dominus's deep voice made her nerves jump up.

She looked up at him and smiled as he lay his handkerchief on his palm. The little boy placed them there instead.

He looked so happy and carefree. Jiro. She just couldn't help herself from feeling the way she does toward the child.

He is priceless. Not just because he has inherited the eyes of his father but more so because he was his.

iv. Snowman